Felix joined Robin on the bed again, his eyes lidded and heavy over a tiny, pleased smile. His magic slid through him so easily here, humming in his blood as he gave it reign and shaped it to purposes he never had before. He looked half-ecstatic already.

The force returned when Felix did, this time circling Robin's wrists and pinning them to the pillow above his head. Felix smiled in satisfaction down at Robin as he straddled him again, and made quick work of the lube around Robin's straining cock. "Pretty," he pronounced softly, precisely, with that tiny approving smile. "Pretty enough to fuck me."